There's a shadow on his photograph on Tinian '45Smiling like a college boy who's glad to be aliveBut now he owns a factory and a store in Los AlamosA wife called Beverly sells second hand Ford MotorsHe may have taken pictures, been caught in AlbuquerqueFlown in great artiste on a mushroom cloudHe may be a senator or a general or a turn keyBut I know he looks like Spencer Tracy nowAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightAnd he may have been with Oppenheimer, shaken Einstein's handDid we have to drop the bomb? You bet, to save this landHe was only taking pictures around the critical massWhile the troops on Tinian island sang 'Follow the bouncing ball'White ChristmasHe may have been a nationalist, a physicist or a pacifistBut he's just taking pictures and he'll do it anyhowWell, I have seen that movie of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. HydeAnd I know he looks like Spencer Tracy NowAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightTears falling down the streetsAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightAnd he cries all nightOh, he cries all night